Here he found Jack Pollock poring over an old illustrated paper.
"Hullo, Jack!" he called cheerfully. "Not out on duty, eh?"
"I come in," said Jack, rising to his feet and folding the old paper
carefully. He said nothing more, but stood eyeing his colleague gravely.
"You want something of me?" asked Bob.
"No," denied Jack, "I don't know nothing I want of you. But I was told
to come and get a piece of paper and maybe some money that a stranger
was goin' to leave by our chimbley. It ain't there. You ain't seen it,
by any chance?"
"It may have got shoved among some of my things by mistake," replied Bob
gravely. "I haven't had a chance of looking. I'm just in from the
Basin." At these last words he looked at Jack keenly, but that young
man's expression remained inscrutable. "I'll look when I get back," he
continued after a moment; "just now I've got to ride over to the mill to
see Mr. Welton."
Jack nodded gravely.
"If you find them, leave them by the chimbley," said he. "I'm going to
headquarters."
Bob rode to the mill. By the exercise of some diplomacy he brought the
conversation to good lawyers without arousing Welton's suspicions that
he could have any personal interest in the matter.
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